by Tim Smith |
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love,
Eyes lie upon precious eyes
his stare, her star, afar
shining in the nightime sky
a closeness they both share
Winds blow in an open window
carrying the faintest of scents
thoughts roam within the midnight
to places where love has never went
There's a tap upon your shoulder
whispers softly call your name
easing nearer your sumptious body
where dreams will never be the same